Look what I found while cleaning out one of the beds! Crafty little devil, tucked away out of eyesight. Well, not anymore…
…it happens more than you would think.
New roof, new doors, new windows… but still so much to do inside.
I just like this picture…
…and what we see from the front door.
Could be worse. Could be much, much worse.
But here’s what I want to know… when do you put too much money into a house? There must be a tipping point, at which time you cease to get a return for your investment.
, more commonly known as Purple Heart… and since I always post the first Crinum lily of the season… lily with Bree in the background. In people years the old girl is 83.
You can’t kill crinums. I pulled the entire bed up after Irma… about 60 of them… and threw the ones I wanted to keep in another bed. Not planted. They lay there dormant, looking door-nail dead, until I planted them again this Spring. Miraculous.
Alberto has been dumping massive amounts of water on us, but guess what? It’s monsoon season anyway. For two weeks before Al got here we were inundated every day. Fortunately we live on a sandbar.
This is one Big Ass Lizard.
A neighborhood cat ran it up to our front porch, Arthur chased the predator off and now this goober is clinging to our screens like a frightened mouse.
That’s what I hate about cats outside; they kill for play and will decimate populations of wildlife for no reason other than fun.
It’s difficult to see how large he really is, but that’s my honking big Honeywell air cleaner behind him…
Edited to add…….
Iggy stayed for 24 hours; so long we were worried about him. But the wildlife folks said “If you care, leave them there”.
…and suddenly our visitor was gone. Safe travels, little man.